Bride Digo Novels & Stories

Emily bowed her head at me and excused herself. As I continued to head up the stairs, my phone beeped out loud startling me. I fetched it from my pocket and gazed at the text from the unknown number. I clutched my chest tight in fear as I read the message out loud. "Happy marriage life Dante De Luca, Game on."

Diana turned to Lillian to say. “You know my name?” Lillian asked, her eyes widened a little in disbelief. “Of course. You're Don's little bride, so it's only normal for you to be known around.” Diana shrugged like it was no big deal, leaving Lillian dumbstruck. “Diana.........” Bella tried to say, but she was interrupted by Diana. “Why aren't you with your husband, though?” “Yeah, you're here while your husband's girlfriend rocks him on a seat.” Another lady chipped in.

Catori subconsciously tried to hide her body with her hands, but Rydstorm moved them. ''There is no need to be shy with me.'' He forced his words out. He licked his lips, still staring down at her. Before she could say anything, he was pressing his thumb against her clitoris. Catori cried out, feeling conflicted because she wanted to move away and wanted more at the same time. ''Does my bride like that?'' Rydstrom's voice rasped as he began to circle her pearl, receiving more cries from her. Catori was squirming a lot, twisting her body and trying to close her legs.

Anything but be stuck to that floor at that very moment by this woman's stare. "Son, I want you to look closely at those packages in your hand," she said quietly, still holding her stare as Catherine turned on the drama. She collapsed to the floor and started to sob, as she instantly started to try to explain herself. She watched as Daniel inspected the condom packages in his hand. She then watched in horror as his eyes got as big as saucers when he discovered what she had done.

It is groom of honour's right and also the law of marriage to take the bride. Royalty won't call it rape or assault, they will name it rights. Genelia's mind wandered around a lot of things. Master had the power of making her restless even when not being around... "We will be leaving before noon, master ordered to get you ready madam!" One of the servers of Garcia's lining up in the bridal chamber then decided to speak witnessing the paused bride standing, lost in her thoughts. They guessed the meaning of her state right and decided to unfurled the mystery and end her curiosity.

Then, without warning, his gaze landed directly on me, and held. Not a glance. Not the passing curiosity the other brides drew from him. A held gaze, deliberate, measuring, the kind that made me instantly certain he had already marked me as something worth a second look. *He's requesting to question every bride. Including me.* I told myself it meant nothing. Every bride would face the same questioning. There was no reason to believe his eyes had lingered on me any longer than they had on the others. I repeated it to myself twice more before I half believed it.

"I thought my family wanted Beatrice." "Beatrice," I repeated numbly. "Yes. The snobbish one. The perfect one. The one everyone expected me to marry." He tilted his head. "But apparently, they switched the bride at the last minute. I'm supposed to marry her sister. The one the world barely knows." My heart stopped. "You," I whispered. "You're Diego." He grinned. It was devastating. "And you're my runaway bride." I shook my head. "I'm not marrying you. I'm not marrying anyone. I'm running away. I'm—"

"Breaking news! Bride loses her mind at billionaire wedding!" "Guess she wasn't meant for the high life. So close to marrying into money, and she snaps." Below the stage, guests in tailored suits crowded together. Some pulled out hidden cameras and started snapping photos nonstop, while others crouched in corners, clutching their heads and whispering prayers. All because, while Malcom Blair and I were exchanging vows just moments ago, I slapped him across the face, then dragged over a filthy man from the entrance who looked like a homeless drifter and kissed him in front of everyone.

That afternoon, videos from the wedding hit the local trending list. The headline was written by netizens: "Bride KOs Bridesmaid on the Spot, Then Plays Groom's Cheating Evidence. Guests Riot for Refunds." The video views passed five million in two hours. The comments section was overwhelmingly against Derek and Chloe. The top-liked comment read: "Was this bride a kickboxing champion in her last life, here to collect debt in this one?" When I saw that comment, I was sitting on Sophie's sofa eating takeout.

“Sophia just dropped a bomb. It’s everywhere.” My stomach dropped. I grabbed my own phone and opened the browser. The headline hit me like ice water. “Wrong Bride Scandal: Sophia Harrington Claims Twin Sister Stole Billionaire Alexander Voss at the Altar” There were screenshots. Voice recordings. Even a short video of Sophia crying in front of cameras saying, “Emma took my place. She stole my husband. This marriage is a complete fraud.” Comments flooded in instantly. Thousands. Gold digger. Fake marriage. Poor Alexander.